For each pregnancy

I have felt pulled to a certain thing that I had no logical explanation for.  For Levi, It was the perfect Moses basket. I hunted and hunted and hunted for the right one.  While pregnant for Lyle I needed everything all over again but second hand only.  Have I told you yet how I long for a old rocking chair.  In my mind I have written a wonderful story of how it  has rocked many a child in a family and has been passed on and on until it is hung in some ones barn, and forgotten. 
I want to find that old dusty rocking chair.  I want to wash it and rub oil into it's dry pours.  I want to sew new seat covers and trow a sheep skin over the back of it.  I want to wrap its rockers in wool so it won't squeak at much on the wood floors.  Mostly I want to sit for hours and rock this new child as I discover what this newest family member will be like. 
I try hard to not think to much about this all because in my mind and in my dreams it is always two baby girls that I am rocking. in this phantom rocking chair. 
 
The other night DH told me that in my sleep I was talking to him about the babies and told him their names.  He laughed nervously as he told me about this and asked if I really felt like it was two.  I am pretty sure he would die if we had twins.  Yet I told him I was pretty sure it is just one lone baby that I am growing.  So I guess We have started the names list already. 
Allifair
and
Deladis
have come to make there way there thus far so far.